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1In bed we concocted our plans for the morrow. But to my surprise and no small concern, Queequeg now gave me to
2understand, that he had been diligently consulting Yojo--the name of his black little god--and Yojo had told him two or
3three times over, and strongly insisted upon it everyway, that instead of our going together among the whaling-fleet in
4harbor, and in concert selecting our craft; instead of this, I say, Yojo earnestly enjoined that the selection of the
5ship should rest wholly with me, inasmuch as Yojo purposed befriending us; and, in order to do so, had already pitched
6upon a vessel, which, if left to myself, I, Ishmael, should infallibly light upon, for all the world as though it had
7turned out by chance; and in that vessel I must immediately ship myself, for the present irrespective of Queequeg. I
8have forgotten to mention that, in many things, Queequeg placed great confidence in the excellence of Yojo's judgment
9and surprising forecast of things; and cherished Yojo with considerable esteem, as a rather good sort of god, who
10perhaps meant well enough upon the whole, but in all cases did not succeed in his benevolent designs. Now, this plan of
11Queequeg's, or rather Yojo's, touching the selection of our craft; I did not like that plan at all. I had not a little
12relied upon Queequeg's sagacity to point out the whaler best fitted to carry us and our fortunes securely. But as all my
13remonstrances produced no effect upon Queequeg, I was obliged to acquiesce; and accordingly prepared to set about this
14business with a determined rushing sort of energy and vigor, that should quickly settle that trifling little affair.
15Next morning early, leaving Queequeg shut up with Yojo in our little bedroom--for it seemed that it was some sort of
16Lent or Ramadan, or day of fasting, humiliation, and prayer with Queequeg and Yojo that day; how it was I never could
17find out, for, though I applied myself to it several times, I never could master his liturgies and XXXIX
18Articles--leaving Queequeg, then, fasting on his tomahawk pipe, and Yojo warming himself at his sacrificial fire of
19shavings, I sallied out among the shipping. After much prolonged sauntering and many random inquiries, I learnt that
20there were three ships up for three-years' voyages--The Devil-dam, the Tit-bit, and the Pequod. Devil-Dam, I do not know
21the origin of; Tit-bit is obvious; Pequod, you will no doubt remember, was the name of a celebrated tribe of
22Massachusetts Indians; now extinct as the ancient Medes. I peered and pryed about the Devil-dam; from her, hopped over
23to the Tit-bit; and finally, going on board the Pequod, looked around her for a moment, and then decided that this was
24the very ship for us. You may have seen many a quaint craft in your day, for aught I know;--square-toed luggers;
25mountainous Japanese junks; butter-box galliots, and what not; but take my word for it, you never saw such a rare old
26craft as this same rare old Pequod. She was a ship of the old school, rather small if anything; with an old-fashioned
27claw-footed look about her. Long seasoned and weather-stained in the typhoons and calms of all four oceans, her old
28hull's complexion was darkened like a French grenadier's, who has alike fought in Egypt and Siberia. Her venerable bows
29looked bearded. Her masts--cut somewhere on the coast of Japan, where her original ones were lost overboard in a
30gale--her masts stood stiffly up like the spines of the three old kings of Cologne. Her ancient decks were worn and
31wrinkled, like the pilgrim-worshipped flag-stone in Canterbury Cathedral where Becket bled. But to all these her old
32antiquities, were added new and marvellous features, pertaining to the wild business that for more than half a century
33she had followed. Old Captain Peleg, many years her chief-mate, before he commanded another vessel of his own, and now a
34retired seaman, and one of the principal owners of the Pequod,--this old Peleg, during the term of his chief-mateship,
35had built upon her original grotesqueness, and inlaid it, all over, with a quaintness both of material and device,
36unmatched by anything except it be Thorkill-Hake's carved buckler or bedstead. She was apparelled like any barbaric
37Ethiopian emperor, his neck heavy with pendants of polished ivory. She was a thing of trophies. A cannibal of a craft,
38tricking herself forth in the chased bones of her enemies. All round, her unpanelled, open bulwarks were garnished like
39one continuous jaw, with the long sharp teeth of the sperm whale, inserted there for pins, to fasten her old hempen
40thews and tendons to. Those thews ran not through base blocks of land wood, but deftly travelled over sheaves of
41sea-ivory. Scorning a turnstile wheel at her reverend helm, she sported there a tiller; and that tiller was in one mass,
42curiously carved from the long narrow lower jaw of her hereditary foe. The helmsman who steered by that tiller in a
43tempest, felt like the Tartar, when he holds back his fiery steed by clutching its jaw. A noble craft, but somehow a
44most melancholy! All noble things are touched with that. Now when I looked about the quarter-deck, for some one having
45authority, in order to propose myself as a candidate for the voyage, at first I saw nobody; but I could not well
46overlook a strange sort of tent, or rather wigwam, pitched a little behind the main-mast. It seemed only a temporary
47erection used in port. It was of a conical shape, some ten feet high; consisting of the long, huge slabs of limber black
48bone taken from the middle and highest part of the jaws of the right-whale. Planted with their broad ends on the deck, a
49circle of these slabs laced together, mutually sloped towards each other, and at the apex united in a tufted point,
50where the loose hairy fibres waved to and fro like the top-knot on some old Pottowottamie Sachem's head. A triangular
51opening faced towards the bows of the ship, so that the insider commanded a complete view forward. And half concealed in
52this queer tenement, I at length found one who by his aspect seemed to have authority; and who, it being noon, and the
53ship's work suspended, was now enjoying respite from the burden of command. He was seated on an old-fashioned oaken
54chair, wriggling all over with curious carving; and the bottom of which was formed of a stout interlacing of the same
55elastic stuff of which the wigwam was constructed. There was nothing so very particular, perhaps, about the appearance
56of the elderly man I saw; he was brown and brawny, like most old seamen, and heavily rolled up in blue pilot-cloth, cut
57in the Quaker style; only there was a fine and almost microscopic net-work of the minutest wrinkles interlacing round
58his eyes, which must have arisen from his continual sailings in many hard gales, and always looking to windward;--for
59this causes the muscles about the eyes to become pursed together. Such eye-wrinkles are very effectual in a scowl. "Is
60this the Captain of the Pequod?" said I, advancing to the door of the tent. "Supposing it be the captain of the Pequod,
61what dost thou want of him?" he demanded. "I was thinking of shipping." "Thou wast, wast thou? I see thou art no
62Nantucketer--ever been in a stove boat?" "No, Sir, I never have." "Dost know nothing at all about whaling, I dare
63say--eh? "Nothing, Sir; but I have no doubt I shall soon learn. I've been several voyages in the merchant service, and I
64think that--" "Merchant service be damned. Talk not that lingo to me. Dost see that leg?--I'll take that leg away from
65thy stern, if ever thou talkest of the marchant service to me again. Marchant service indeed! I suppose now ye feel
66considerable proud of having served in those marchant ships. But flukes! man, what makes thee want to go a whaling,
67eh?--it looks a little suspicious, don't it, eh?--Hast not been a pirate, hast thou?--Didst not rob thy last Captain,
68didst thou?--Dost not think of murdering the officers when thou gettest to sea?" I protested my innocence of these
69things. I saw that under the mask of these half humorous innuendoes, this old seaman, as an insulated Quakerish
70Nantucketer, was full of his insular prejudices, and rather distrustful of all aliens, unless they hailed from Cape Cod
71or the Vineyard. "But what takes thee a-whaling? I want to know that before I think of shipping ye." "Well, sir, I want
72to see what whaling is. I want to see the world." "Want to see what whaling is, eh? Have ye clapped eye on Captain
73Ahab?" "Who is Captain Ahab, sir?" "Aye, aye, I thought so. Captain Ahab is the Captain of this ship."
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